The Thunderbolt

I was meant to be meeting an old friend this evening but then she cancelled at lunchtime. Then I was going to go out with some people from work, but that didn’t happen in the end either…

I found a pub to sit in anyway after work, but then after one drink I started to feel a bit glum and melancholy (as I have a tendency to do at this time of year), so I came home. And now here I am typing this.

On the bus on the way home, I got hit by what the Sicilians call “the thunderbolt”. This is when you see someone for the first time, and at that instant you fall madly in love with them. In that moment there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them – you would literally die for the love of that person. But she was obviously a lesbian.

Never underestimate my tendency to fall in love with lesbians. I do it all the time. And I also have the ability to turn completely straight girls into lesbians in an instant. It usually happens at exactly the same time that I get hit by the thunderbolt.

I also tend to get hit by the thunderbolt 2 or 3 times every week, which I why my life is such an emotional rollercoaster.

I will probably go into hiding over Xmas – Facebook-wise – and return again in the new year. I will try to keep blogging regularly though. Ta ra.